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...daringly Roseanne's version will veer from Cybill, or another failed AbFab knockoff called High Society, remains to be seen. Even if the wry, raunchy cocktail is watered down, the original Edina and Patsy will still be lurking somewhere in the cable universe, with plenty of fans to toast them...
...less relevant, judgments to pass. Chief among them is this: Braveheart is too much, too late. Gibson, who directs himself in Randall Wallace's screenplay, starts with certain disadvantages vis-e-vis Rob Roy: Sir Walter Scott never wrote a novel about William Wallace, and no one named a cocktail after him either. Got a real name-recognition problem here. Got a real length problem too. Braveheart runs almost three hours, and though it's full of incident, including several big and expertly staged battle sequences, it really doesn't have enough on its mind to sustain our full attention...
...Najarian knew, mainly because of tissue rejection. Their immune systems targeted transplanted organs as foreign and marshaled white blood cells to destroy the invaders. But Najarian saw a solution. With a colleague, he worked out a method for purifying a new drug called antilymphocyte globulin, or ALG, a potent cocktail of antibodies capable of countering the lethal reaction...
Mario Van Peebles demurs: "The kids don't see this movie as a call to arms but as a call to consciousness." In this Molotov cocktail of fact and fancy, the party's founders, Huey Newton (Marcus Chong) and Bobby Seale (Courtney B. Vance), are two streetwise dreamers from Oakland, California, who live their slogan: "Power to the People." They arm themselves and talk instructive trash to the pig cops-but within the letter of the law. They also serve food to kids and educate them in Afro awareness...
...have no fear! I didn't even see anyone who looked as though they might once, in an idle fantasy, have thought about carding me. My first cocktail waitress ever--the first ever to serve me, that is--came to our table a few moments later. When she asked me for my order, I chose beer. A natural Canadian instinct, but that was not enough. I suddenly realized that I had to specify what kind of beer I wanted. "Gimme a Blue," I stuttered. Wrong, the grad students told me, everybody orders that their first time...